Hot, humid, sunny. 3 words to describe the environment after school. Dragging my feet towards the bus stop in the scorching mid-day sun, I hear a grumble. Looking up, I can't find the source. Flaked by my friends, i make my way into the bus stop. That low hum's still in the air. I frantically look around, searching for the source when I see a silver dot in the distance. As it gets closer i see 4 rings, (no not the Olympics u ninny, thats FIVE rings) low hunched stance, and a lovely rumble from the V8 under the hood. As it approaches, my friend made his move. As it passed, thoughts flooded my brain. How could something so beautiful, so elegant, yet so deadly could ever be made? As it passes the bus stop, heads don't turn. But mine certainly did as the RS badge came into sight. The thought of someone do dear actually owning one of those was just unbelievable (thats you Baldred). And almost as a "thank you for appreciating me", it blasts off with a lovely, smooth yet rugged V8 grumble. At that moment, a tear rolled down my cheek. Pained that it had to leave so soon, and pained as my friend, hands on my chest, was still pinching my nipple.